I shouldn't have picked Baltimore to make a family. I didn't really like the city from the beginning, he thought. All that time preparing, finding Sylvia and her moron 12-year old boy, doing the document thing, all those hours scouting out family patterns and connections, such a waste. And then the kid has to go ballistic at the sight of my nice knife at his mother's throat, instead of complying and to be quiet, well, no wonder the whole thing went sour. It was that kid's fault he ended up bleeding like a stuck pig but he had finally stopped screaming his head off. I should not have tried to make a family with a kid that old because I really think eight years old should be the outer limits. The Outer Limits, that's cute. I bet Sylvia, claiming to be a good mother, thought she was in an episode of that show from long ago when the knife came at her. I really had not choice there either. I just stuck the knife straight through her throat, she gurgled a bit and that was that.
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Fiat justitia, ruat coelum
We are seeking a new, additional, definition for Crimes against Humanity. Whereby a person has proven to be a sociopathic or psychopathic killer of others against all mores of the public or individual welfare, we cannot afford to let such strain of humans survive, continuing to wreak their havoc among a peace-loving people. It seems that the very reasons claimed to cause their unrelenting crimes against humanity are, in present circumstances, used as excuses as to why these crimes are committed and for those reasons, we must feel sorry for them and/or permit them to use such arguments in our courts of law. We do not agree. The decease of such organisms must be eradicated as a virus infecting the host.
A Case Against Killer Tolerance
Used with permission of authors / Names withheld on request
When Goldie Silver receives the wrong shipment of antique Russian samovars at her shop in Juneau, Alaska they sell quickly but people begin to die. What makes those tea dispensers worth killing for?
